Tuna Can Mack - we remember

It’s been three days since Mack stepped on the plane and out of the life of Marine Security Guard detachment Brasilia, Brazil. He will be missed. Rather than write a long, forlorn story, I’ve decided to list, in no particular order, everything that reminds those he left behind of the impact he made during his tenure here in Brasilia.

Keep your head down brother, and watch out for those dirty civilians. Don’t get sucked into mess they’ve made. We’ll be rooting for you from the stands.

But Mack, I’ve got a hamburger! Is he part of the deal? He’ll cost extra! Barbecue. Wipe your chin. A burrito and a beer. Little barbecue. He’s the Ambassador and we’re his bodyguards. We need to get him into the V.I.P. ASAP. Homepage. String cheese. Viking. No redeemable qualities. Pothead. Flip book. Your munchkin. Harmonica playing and giggling at 0300. My munchkin. The Fantasy Motel and five chics. Not getting out. Fake Australian. U.K. Brazil. 33 Guinness. The Footloose. They’re all that except for her and she was that to him. FdG. Accidental, advantageous discovery. Caribbean. How in the hell did it end up like that? She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine. Parking lot forro. Wheelie exits. Drunken, mysterious “20 minute” ride home. Chicken hearts bigger than your thumb. FdP. Grandiose exits. Hooligans. Obscure. Bob Sponge. Rivers, their flow, and how to change them. It’s too much for one hand! You didn’t piss in the puddle first. Gates Pub. Street Skol. Lesbian beanbag night. Forro dance contest. I won. You’ll always be A/bar. Porcao. Flip flops, t-shirts, and warm ups with everyone else in suits. Damn kids eating supper at 2200. Beir Fauss. Chess friendly. Lebanus. Chess unfriendly. Forever REACT. Do you guys fight? White boot socks. Fish breeding. Leading the straight razor revolution. Who’s more intimidating? How do they know my name? He’s three minutes older. We’re shepards. We’re loggers. We’re game farmers from South Africa. Yes, we’re brothers. Yes, we’re twins. $1000 Cannondale with no pedals, chain, or handlebar grips. Crashing in public places. Conjunto Nacional. Food court eyeball liberty.

Given more time I could no doubt come up with a million and one other things, but time constraints forbid. This post is not for Joe Reader who stumbles it by chance, but rather for the Marines of MSG Det Brasilia, Mack in particular, and all the little inside jokes that made us who we are.

Good luck on the outside.